IN THE FRENCH CAMP John rushed forward and grasped his comrade.

The sympathetic hands of others seized him also, and they raised him to his feet, while an officer gave him stimulant out of a flask, John meanwhile telling who his comrade was.

Lannes' eyes opened and he flushed through the tan of his face.
"Pardon," he said, "it was a momentary weakness.

I am ashamed of myself, but I shall not faint again." "You've been shot," said the officer, looking at his sanguinary cap and face.
"So I have, but I ask your pardon for it.

I won't let it occur again." Lannes was now standing stiffly erect, and his eyes shone with pride, as the general, a tall, elderly man, rapidly read the letter that Philip had delivered with his own hand.